


I could be your baby tonight

by Charlie_Mou



Series: Random One Piece oneshots [2]
Category: One Piece
Genre: 5+1 Things, Age Difference, Attempt at Humor, Bad Jokes, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-02-16
Updated: 2019-02-16
Packaged: 2019-10-29 10:36:08
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,866
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17806415
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Charlie_Mou/pseuds/Charlie_Mou
Summary: 5 times Marco cared about their age difference and 1 time he didn't.Or everyone (Ace included) keeps making fun of their age gap and Marco doesn't think it's as funny as they do.





	I could be your baby tonight

**Author's Note:**

> The title comes from Lana Del Rey's song, _Lolita_.
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> Also, special thanks to _Kireeeshima_ who was a motivational ignition for this fic.
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> I feel like I'm supposed to write something more but I don't know what exactly.

 

  
 To be honest, Marco didn't care for their age difference when they started dating. He was more preoccupied about him being Ace's superior as his Commander - someone could accuse him of taking advantage - and later he was concern about being accused of favoritism when Pops decided Ace was good to go and be the Second Division Commander. Marco was proud, yes, not even a bit surprised, but since they hadn't been dating that long, there were some implications made by their crew, mostly about Ace sleeping his way into becoming a commander. Ace, he knew, was moved by the accusations, especially if they were made by the Second Division but he had never told Marco about his problems and never expected him to intervene. He couldn't really do much about it other than talking and explaining - not that the accusing people would believe him.

 Ace looked older too, especially with that hunted look in his eyes. Marco would say he was twenty-something, not eighteen. It sometimes scared him, how many years were between them. It didn't really affect their relationship, they argued about things that weren't connected to their age gap but were mostly about their slightly different personalities.

 Their brothers joked about it sometimes but Marco never really listened to them. Ace sometimes had his own fair share of teasing about their age gap but it wasn't regular or even mildly moving, just Ace joking.

 

 

1

 The first time he had realized it may not be as okay, that maybe he should pay attention to it, was when they were on a date night in town.

 It was a summer island which had just become their territory - a nice, rather a calm place that had minor troubles with small pirate crews. They threw them a festival the first day after they had made an agreement and most of the town's people were quite friendly to them.

 The island had one of the biggest markets Marco had seen, one deep in the forest, between tall trees and a meadow. It reminded him of Sabaody's market stalls in a way.

 Ace was smitten by it at the festival and Marco proposed him going for a late dinner there. They were supposed to go out, eat and maybe walk around the market if the stalls were still on display and if not then walk around the shore or the forest. Ace liked that kind of things, he told Marco he grew up on a small island and he spent most of his time in the forest or junkyard - there wasn't really much to experience there. Marco took that as the opportunity to show him every place in the world he could.

 He went to one of the stalls with food, ruffling Ace's hair, seeing him devour the second serving on yakisoba. It was endearing, having such a calm day, just the two of them. He loved his brothers but most of them had no sense of privacy.

 He went to the stalls and asked the lady for two servings of yakitori.

 The lady, one quite older than him, closer to Pops's age, looked behind him at Ace, eating up the rest of Marco's portion and gave him a fond smile. She looked back at Marco, handing him a paper plate of yakitori, and he was almost ready for a comment about _young people in love_ \- Pops made them quite often even though most of them were sarcastic.

 "Your son seems to enjoy the food enough to eat me out of my house. You sure you don't want to order extra takoyaki for him?"

 Marco wanted to laugh at first. Then his brain registered the choice of words and his face froze in half-smile, half-grimace.

 He blinked a couple of times, licked his lips and managed to say, "No, thanks" and walked back to Ace.

 He sat back down on the opposite side of the table, still making a face.

 Ace quirked an eyebrow, sending him a look.

 "Are you alright?" he asked him.

 He looked at Ace, at his cute face with an even cuter set of freckles across his nose and cheeks, soft grey eyes, messy dark hair that were the perfect length to tuck them behind his ears and at his small smile. He looked perfected and so _young_ and he suddenly felt _old_.

 "The lady just thought you're my son," he spat out, his forehead wrinkled.

 Ace furrowed his eyebrows, opening his mouth. He didn't say anything for a moment, a funny spark in his eyes even when his face was a picture of pure confusion, almost mirroring Marco's own.

 "Well, _daddy_ , pass me the food. You don't want your baby boy starving, right?"

 Marco's face had the decency to blush, he was pretty sure even his chest was flushed, not to mention the heat pooling in his abdomen. His eyes widened, not blinking at all, and he looked at Ace and that smirk was just- _oh_.

 "Seriously? That's the first thing you say?" he sputtered, trying to keep his expression straight. He didn't feel very straight at the moment.

 Ace shrugged, his smile becoming innocent, his cheeks rosy pink. His eyes were eyes of a teasing demon though.

 "Well, I'd ask how she thought that with us having different eye and hair color and different skin tone next," Ace told him, his voice light-hearted. "Maybe I should dye my hair, we may get more family discounts that way."

 Marco made a face.

 

 

2

 The second time he had been reminded how much older he was than Ace happened the next day.

 He tried not to pay attention to what happened at their dinner date and for the most part, he succeeded - he spent the rest of the evening holding hands with Ace, having one of their romantic walks on the beach, kissing in the sand with the waves sounds in the background.

 They had breakfast together with the rest of their usual group - a random group of commanders who weren't on duty last night. This time it was Thatch, Haruta, Vista, Izou, and Curiel.

 "How was your date, kid?" Thatch asked as soon as Ace sat down.

 The bitter taste in Marco's mouth came back at the word _kid_. It was reasonable, he knew that, Thatch was his age and pretty much twice Ace's age. But it kind of made him cringe.

 "Why are you never asking Marco about it?" Ace asked, frowning. He sounded a bit annoyed.

 "Honey, Marco wouldn't tell us a thing anyway," Izou noticed.

 "Don't call him _kid_ ," he spat out of nowhere. ”He's _not a child_."

 Ace raised an eyebrow at that, giving him a curious glance. The crew called him _kid_ multiple times before and neither Ace nor Marco cared about it. Marco had never called him that himself, mostly because he was attracted to him form the very beginning and it was weird to call someone you'd like to take to bed _kid_. However, Ace was pretty much the youngest in their crew except for a few cabin boys and girls and he was the youngest commander in history. It was natural that everyone saw him as a baby brother of the family.

 Everyone watched him.

 "It seems you touched a sore spot, Thatch," Vista spoke up.

 All at once, their faces were smirking, teasing sparks in their eyes. Marco sometimes hated his siblings.

 He made a face, glaring at them - it didn't help. Ace put his hand on his arm but it wasn't as calming as it usually would be.

 "I wouldn't worry about it," Haruta told him, snickering. "Age is just a number."

 "So is a prison sentence," Marco noticed, clenching his jaw.

 "Be glad we're lawless pirates then," Curiel said, rolling his eyes and getting up from their table.

 Everyone chuckled. Ace sent him a funny look, shaking his head. It wasn't as reassuring as he wanted it to be.

 "Ace is eighteen and legal in all the Blues, Marco. Don't mind them," Izou tried. "You have nothing to worry, you can be his sugar daddy legally."

 That was even _less_ reassuring.  
  
 

 

3

 He tried not to think about it. He tried.

 It got quite busy after that, they were leaving the island when the log pose settled and it was always a bit of chaos after taking in a new territory. Ace was busy setting the course with the rest of navigators and Marco was trying to make the rest of the divisions _actually work_ again.

 In the evening Ace came back to their room and Marco was pretty sure he forgot to show up at dinner again. He was filling the paperwork since lunch and time just slipped from his fingers.

 Ace came in, stopping at the door, a picnic basket in one hand and a blanket in the other.

 "Is there some late night docking I don't know about?" he asked him, pointing at the basket.

 Ace rolled his eyes but his expression was fond, with soft, sparkling eyes that Marco loved.

 "No, you silly, we're having a relaxing picnic dinner on the upper deck," he explained. "I bribed Haruta and Izou and they're keeping everyone occupied with card games and bets in mess hall so we're left alone."

 They laid the picnic blanket on the upper deck, moving to watch the stern and the wake of the ship.

 The stars were almost as bright as Ace's grey eyes.

 "I have already eaten but I brought you dinner," Ace told him when they sat down. He opened the picnic blanket. "Only your favorites."

 Maybe fifteen minutes later Marco was half-lying, snuggled with Ace, sitting between Ace's legs and with Ace's arms around his waist and Ace's warm breath on his neck.

 They were pretty much star gazing and Marco was munching on french toasts. Ace's body was emitting heat that reminded Marco of long campfires or sun shining at the afternoon in the open sea.

 "You're perfect, Ace," he confessed, looking up at him. "I'm so in love with you. Where have you been my whole life?"

 Ace smiled down at him.

 "Well, for the first half I wasn't born yet," he said.

 He stilled for a moment and sighed a couple of seconds later. He sat up, sighing again and rubbing the bridge of his forehead. Ace chuckled behind him.

 The mood was ruined.

 

 

4

 Shanks showed up a couple of days later. It was a bit of a distraction he needed, Marco had to admit. He could fret about different things.

 To be honest, Marco didn't like Shanks's visits. Maybe because he didn't like Shanks in general, maybe because he didn't understand why Pops treated the brat that became an Emperor without breaking a sweat like a friend. He had a similar relationship with Roger but they knew each other from the beginning and Shanks was a few years younger than Marco himself - there simply was no reason to even start this weird friendship but it began somehow. They had a bit of a thing for trading information and respected each other's claims of territory, yes, but Marco didn't see a valid reason for Shanks's visits, their crew could simply use a transponder snail.

 Not to mention how annoying Shanks was in general. He always brought Pops his favorite sake even though Pops was banned from any kinds of alcohol, he threw a careless party in the middle of the sea and both their crew were so drunk of their asses that if they were attacked, they were pretty much dead. Besides, Marco wasn't thrilled that Shanks apparently knew Ace from somewhere - the first time they had met on Moby Dick they talked for about two hours alone and Ace had never told what it was about. He didn't like that Shanks always took time to talk with Ace alone - Shanks meant trouble and to be honest, he didn't want Ace even ten feet next to Shanks.

 No one ever listened. Pops for some reason trusted Shanks and always got bribed with sake anyway so he allowed the party again. The anchored their ships about thirty feet away from each other and in the open sea - Ace didn't like it, not with them having only two anchors on the bow since the third one's chains gave out a couple of weeks ago. He was fretting about the whole thing almost as much as Marco and managed to assemble a navigators watch that would stay away from the party and react in case something happened.

 As soon as he showed up at the exit of chart room, Shanks grabbed him for their usual chat and Ace pretty much disappeared.

 Marco could only sigh and go on the upper deck to watch out for drunks that wanted to take a swim in the sea. He wasn't sulking.

 Jozu gave him a mug of beer that didn't work on him anyway and he could hear their crews singing and dancing on the deck. About half an hour later Ace showed up on the stairs, looking for him.

 Marco was tired, he had to admit. But Ace didn't look tired at all, not with those shining eyes, wide smile and sparks, fire practically blinking under his skin. He always had this warm aura and it usually was energizing but he was simply too tired to care right now.

 "You ready to go to bed?" Ace asked him.

 Marco exhaled and Ace chuckled at that as if that was enough of an answer.

 "You sure you don't want to party some more?" he questioned. He hated that he didn't like parties or large groups of drunk people as much as Ace. It always felt as if he was a burden to Ace.

 Ace just give him a coy smile, taking a few steps in his direction.

 "I've already danced enough. Nancy would've long killed my feet with her heels if I wasn't a logia," he said. "I'm more than ready for our daily portion of cuddles."

 He came closer to Marco and he couldn't hold himself back - he wrapped his arms around Ace's waist, pulling him even closer. He felt Ace's breath on his cheek.

 "Scary Fire Fist Ace and cuddles?" he asked. "What would the world say at that?"

 Ace giggled and the vibration of his voice touched Marco's chest. It was so warm all of sudden.

 "You're one to talk," Ace remarked.

 Marco couldn't not smile wider. He leaned down and felt how Ace stood up on his tiptoes. They kissed, not as chaste as the last time but it wasn't as sexual as some may have thought.

 Ace wrapped his arm around his neck and they let go of each other. He kissed Marco's jaw, a soft move that reminded Marco of all the nights they have spent together.

 They heard footsteps and Ace's arm disappeared from around his neck, their chest no longer touching.

 Shanks was standing on the stairs. He looked drunk but Marco never really believe he was as drunk as he seemed. He had a bottle of sake in hand.

 "You and the fire brat?" he spat out, pointing at the arm Marco had around Ace's waist, the same arm Ace was holding onto. "You're together? As in, boning?"

 "It's not really your business, is it?" Marco snorted before Ace could say anything.

 Shanks's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised. He looked a bit soberer out of nowhere.

 "You _sure_ robbed the cradle," Shanks noticed. "Good for you."

 Marco was always irritated by Shanks but at that moment his throat clenched. It was such a pointless feeling, honestly, the bitter taste in his mouth was unnecessary. Yes, Ace was younger but did it really make such a difference? Was it really such big obstacle that everyone but them noticed it? Even Shanks commented on it. It's not like it was a problem before - they never really cared about. Maybe Marco should have cared about it. There was more than twenty years of difference between them. It was more years than Ace had lived. Maybe they should have waited, maybe getting a relationship wasn't such a good idea.

 Ace sent Shanks a sly grin.

 "It was me that robbed the old folks' house," he told him, winking.

 He took Marco's hand and walked them to their room without the care in the world. Marco was quiet.

 He fell asleep rather easily - he was tired after the whole day and even if Ace was full of energy a moment ago, he was lying with his head in Marco's chest, his comforting weight pinning Marco down. But he fell asleep with a heavy heart nonetheless.

 

 

5

 Marco had to admit he wasn't having a bad week - he was having a bad month. It was just thing after thing, honestly.

 He didn't think of it when a ship showed itself on the horizon. They were in a popular traveling area. But when Ace came to him a frown on his face and tensed shoulders, he knew something wasn't okay.

 "It's Garp the Fist," he told him.

 Marco furrowed his eyebrows, turning back to Pops.

 "Did he call you and planned a visit?"

 Pops watched them, sending them a long look. He shook his head.

 "I think it's because of me," Ace spoke up.

 They glanced at him but he didn't look them in the eyes, fidgeting.

 "Don't be ridiculous, Ace," Marco told him. "I know you were proposed the place as a Warlord but that's not enough of a reason-"

 "He's my grandfather," Ace interrupted him. "Kind of. He raised me, one could say."

 Marco blinked at him, looking between him and Pops. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

 Pops snorted. "Of course he did."

 He got up from his seat and yelled across the ship, "Everyone out of the deck. If I see anyone, they and their division are on cleaning duty for the next two weeks."

 In a matter of seconds, everyone went below the deck.

 Marco moved closer to him with a softness in the eyes.

 "Do you want me to go too?"

 Ace shook his head.

 A minute or two later and a small boat powered by breath dials almost arrived at their starboard. Ace didn't move an inch, observed by the both of them. Marco looked at Pops and he raised an eyebrow at him.

 Garp jumped on their deck and Ace took a long breath, his forehead wrinkled and his jaw clenched. Marco put an arm around his shoulders.

 "There you are, _you brat_ ," Garp spat out. "If you give me a heart attack, I swear I'll raise from dead and kill you."

 Pops rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. Garp ignored him.

 "I don't really know what you are talking about," Ace supplied.

 He was abnormally calm for someone who was being yelled at by a Vice Admiral.

 "Don't know?" Garp repeated. "I let you be a pirate even when I should kick your ass back to Down Island or better, to a marine training program, I let you reject the Warlord offer but joining an Emperor and screwing his first mate is too much."

 Ace closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

 "What Pops has to do with it?"

 "You were supposed to stay hidden, you brat," Garp said. "Not parading around in the most infamous pirate crew."

 "Okay, I can understand that which still doesn't mean I would listen to you," Ace told him. "And leave Pops and Marco _out of it_."

 Garp's eyes narrowed.

 "The Phoenix here is one of the most wanted pirates in the world and _twice_ your age." Garp threw at them a newspaper. There was a front-page photo of them kissing and big words of Ace becoming a Whitebeard Commander. "He _knew_ your father. He _could be_ your father."

 Ace fisted his hands.

 "We both know my father would be twice Marco's age now," he reasoned. "At least I won't continue the bloodline."

 "That's not a new thing, brat. I knew you wouldn't as soon as I saw you holding hands with Sabo when you were twelve," Garp replied.

 Ace blushed and Marco frowned, adjusting his arm around him.

 "What if Luffy was dating that red-haired brat of a captain?" Garp tried again.

 Ace visibly cringed and Marco grimaced at even the thought of Ace's younger brother _and_ Shanks.

 "Gramps, that's a completely different thing," Ace spat out. "You're talking nonsense."

 Garp opened his mouth to yell some more but Pops interrupted him, clearing his throat again. He let out a long breath.

 "Garp, I don't see the point of this conversation," he told him calmly. "Either arrest us or leave. Preferably fast."

 Garp snorted, glaring at Ace.

 "One more stunt like that and I'm kicking your bratty ass into prison," he warned. "I'm too young to have heart attacks."

 Ace just sent him a blank look, shrugging.

 "And _you_ ," Garp pointed at Marco. "Keep your hands _off my grandson_."

 He disappeared, getting back on his boat.

 Ace rolled his eyes. He turned around to Marco and his smile fell when he noticed how Marco's arm hovered next to his waist, frozen in the mid-move, not touching Ace.

 "You didn't take it to heart, did you?" Ace said sharply.

 Marco took a deep breath and licked his lips.

 Ace's body became tight as a drum and he grabbed Marco's elbow.

 "Thanks, Pops, but I have to _talk_ with Marco now," he spat out, pulling his elbows and steering them to the first empty room.

 Pops rolled his eyes.

 Ace closed the doors behind them and looked at Marco, his hands on his hip. Marco bit his lip.

 "Say it," Ace ordered him. "Say whatever is on your mind right now."

 "I'm too old for you," he sputtered. "Ace, I'm too old for you, maybe we shouldn't-"

 "No," Ace cut him short. "If this is about what Garp said-"

 "It's not just about Garp," he told him. "Everyone sees that, _says_ that. Strangers, our family. I'm too old for you."

 "Then let them gossip," Ace said, taking his hand. "Us being together is nobody's business but ours."

 "But think about it, Ace," he tried again. "I know your parents are dead but think about it, think what they would say about it, about us together?

 "Marco, my parents had over twenty years of age difference," he told him.

 Marco froze.

 "They did?"

 Ace took a step, moving his hand to caress his cheek.

 "I can't say I know what they'd think about our age gap since I don't remember them but they'd be damn hypocrites if they disapproved," Ace added, his voice soft. His other hand moved to Marco's hip and he relaxed without realizing when he felt Ace's fingers over the sash. "My mom was thirty-three when I was born and my biological father would be fifty-eight."

 "That's twenty-five years. That's more than us," Marco realized.

 Ace agreed, giving him a chaste kiss at the corner of his lips.

 Marco's hand wandered to the small of his back, the warmth of Ace's skin giving him an illusion of comfort.

 ”Wait, what do you mean _would be_?" he spat out.

 Ace tensed under his fingers, his muscles suddenly tight as a drum. Marco could almost hear how his heartbeat sped up.

 ”That would be a story for another day but that may actually put you at ease a bit. Pops said you would be okay with it, that I can tell you everything," he said, his hand moving to Marco's neck and his gaze fell, avoiding Marco's eyes.

 "You don't have to," he assured him. "If you're not comfortable with the topic, I mean. You've never talked about your parents."

 Ace looked up at him, a small, hesitant smile on his lips even though his eyebrows were furrowed.

 "My father was executed at fifty-six," he explained. "I was born two years later."

 Marco frowned. "I think I heard something wrong because it seemed like you were born two years after your father died and that's just _impossible_."

 Ace gave him a short chuckle but it sounded humorless.

 "My mom used haki to hold back the pregnancy, she carried me for twenty months," Ace told him slowly. "She didn't want me to become a government target so she faked it that it wasn't possible for me to be my father's kid on paper."

 "A _target_?" Marco questioned.

 "I'm pretty sure you had met both of my parents, Marco," he told him. "You know my surname is a noble one, right?"

 "Yeah, Portgas family is a noble family in South Blue," he replied. "I still don't know where you're going with it."

 "Over thirty years ago, there was a woman who became a captain of an all-female crew and who was of the name Portgas," Ace said slowly.

 "Portgas D. Rouge," Marco realized. "One of the greatest navigators in history and a noble runaway was your mother?"

 Ace smiled at that. There weren't many people that actually remembered Portgas D. Rouge, not when there were so many powerful men in her era. Ace had never really talked about her with anyone other than Garp, Rayleigh or Pops. He nodded, shrugging at the same time.

 "I'm also pretty sure you know which one of the top captains she hated," he told him.

 Marco furrowed his eyebrows and his nose wrinkled. He looked at Ace with a strange expression stuck on his face.

 "Roger," Marco spat out. "She hated Roger, he always complained about it."

 Ace took a deep breath, looking Marco in the eyes.

 "The thing is, Marco," he began. "That in the end, she stopped hating him."

 Marco blinked rapidly, understanding the implication.

 "You're a son of one of the greatest navigators in history and the Pirate King," Marco stated.

 "To put it shortly, yes," Ace agreed. "They both died before I could meet them but Roger met my mom for the first time when she was seventeen and he was forty-two. If anything, the age gap runs in my family."

 Marco gave him a warm glance and intertwined their hands.

 "To be honest, Marco, I don't feel _too_ young with you," Ace confessed. "And I don't feel like you are too old for me. I don't really care for our age gap and we both know the rest of the crew doesn't either, they just like teasing you."

 "Still, no more jokes about our age difference," he ordered, squeezing Ace's hands.

 "I'm okay with that, old man."

 Marco gave him a look. He smiled sheepishly.

 "That was the last one, I promise," Ace told him, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

 

 

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 "I don't believe you," Marco spat out.

 Ace squeezed his hand but didn't stop walking. He had two towels in the other hand and a sly grin on his face.

 "Well, Rakuyo told me he can hold back people for maximum two hours so we better hurry," Ace told him. "The Commanders' bathroom will be empty for the next hour or so and we're gonna go and relax for the first time in a week."

 Maybe ten minutes later, Marco watched Ace, completely naked, getting into the huge bath tube that was more of a size of a luxurious pool. For the first time since Marco had started sailing on Moby Dick, the bathroom was empty. Actually empty except for the both of them.

 Ace dived under the water and Marco could see him moving closer to him under the surface. He was sitting at the edge, on one of the underwater benches. The air around them was thick and misty and he could feel sweat breaking on his back.

 Ace smiled at him, his wet hair brushed back and water dripping from his face and shoulders. His cheeks were bright pink and Marco could clearly see his every freckle.

 Ace took a step in his direction, splashing him. Marco rolled his eyes, shaking his head and rubbed the water out of his eyes.

 Ace hugged him, all wet skin and body heat, and Marco kissed his forehead.

 "I still don't understand how you did it, I've been trying to use this bathroom alone for years," he told him.

 Ace looked up at him and sent him a sly grin, his eyes sparkling.

 "You know, everyone thinks that just because I'm the youngest I'm naive," Ace explained. "And I already have enough blackmail material to last me for the next two years."

 Marco raised an eyebrow.

 "You blackmailed Rakuyo so we could use the bathtub alone?" he questioned.

 Ace rolled his eyes.

 "Of course not, Rakuyo is one of the good guys, the blackmailing is for people like Thatch and Haruta," he explained. "Rakuyo fell for my innocent looks. I just had to use my big eyes and flushed face and say _please_ a couple of times."

 Marco chuckled, shaking his head.

 "Innocent my ass," he spat out. "You're a devil in disguise, blackmailing people, seducing older men."

 Ace gave him a radiant smile and Marco leaned down to kiss it off his face.

 Maybe their age gap didn't really matter.

**Author's Note:**

> _As usual, if you see any mistakes, typos or other annoying things, do tell me. English is only my second language and words tend to be messed up by me._
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> It was so funny to write. I mean, I feel like this fic is one big illogical absurd but it was fun XD I have one more one-shot which includes jealousy that's pretty much ready except for one scene that I just can't get through.
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> Also, sorry for no beta-reading, I'm publishing it with my phone and I can't really proofread it.
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> Thanks for reading this one-shot! I hope you liked it!


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